Daily Archives: April 9, 2017

Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release. Current goal is 2020.)

So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.

Skipping a couple paragraphs from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)

He had no reason to believe that anyone was following her, and he knew that Sonata and the other unicorn would stand guard and let him know if there was danger, but he would stay awake anyhow, watching her.

Somewhere between midnight and dawn her fever broke, and she shivered so violently that he had trouble keeping the blankets around her, finally resorting to cocooning her in them. Her unicorn came over and lay down next to her, lending her his warmth, and Pashevel smiled.

“You two have quite the bond, don’t you?” he murmured, then frowned. “No. No you don’t. You were surprised when I knew to touch your horn, knew that you could show me what happened…” His voice trailed off as he forced himself to recall the scene the unicorn had shown him, this time focusing on her interaction with her mount. “She doesn’t know, does she?” he asked softly, and saw a look of sadness in the unicorn’s eyes. “Don’t worry, my friend. When she is better we’ll teach her.” A note of hope lit the unicorn’s eyes and Pashevel smiled. “Her fever is breaking, that’s a good sign. I think she’s going to be all right.” The unicorn touched him briefly with his horn in thanks, then closed his eyes contentedly and drifted off to sleep.

Blurb:Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve: how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?